My family owns a beach house in the small town of Ocean Grove, New Jersey.
I found out that his family owned a beach house also. When asked, he told me it was in Ocean Grove.
I instantly started daydreaming. We'd go for walks on the boardwalk at night, drive to nearby Asbury Park for shopping, meet up with teenagers that I saw every summer, and I'd bring Ryan everywhere with me. We'd really become... Something.
If only we could live in the world of our daydreams.
The reality of it was, only a couple of my daydreams came to be true. The rest were just that. Dreams.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
